Poem (20) - Abroad

Writen durning the begining of November. *shrug*

~Abroad~

Trip and trod
Let's see what's abroad
Travel from here to there

So many paintings
So many things
It keeps me swirling in rings

All the sounds
All the new tastes
Time I don't want to waste

Keep your eyes pealed
Keep your head up
Pour a little more in my cup

Soon the time is dispersed
Soon the room dances
And I'm left feeling rancid

To much of a good thing
Or so they say
Is enough to ruin my day